[Comprehensive] sense of existence

This phantom has a body temperature, a response, and everything she wants the professor to have.

"If only you were a professor."

Arale murmured with her eyes closed, not knowing whether it was due to the lack of oxygen during the kiss or the strength of the alcohol, her head was dizzy.

Charles's hair was intertwined with Arale's broken hair, he rubbed his cheek against the top of her head, and covered her head with one hand.There was a faint smile on his lips.

"If I were a professor, would you still dare to do this?"

This kind of blatantly rushing forward, taking the initiative to make a reaction that can make him extremely happy.

"Of course - dare not!"

Arale dragged on for a long, long time before jumping out the following words, her tone was righteous, as if what she didn't dare to do was quite great.

"Then how do you have the guts to make that kind of condition with the Winter Soldier?"

Alale hiccupped, and said indifferently: "What's the matter, I dare to let the little bitch dance the hula dance, let the little spider transform into a maid outfit, and let Steve lift up his clothes and dance the 16 yuan abdomen Muscle belly dance, let..." She became more and more excited as she spoke, and her head swayed involuntarily on his shoulder.

"Is this what you wish from the bottom of your heart?"

"This is not a wish, as long as you give me a chance, I can fuck the entire superhero universe." She opened her hands magnificently.

"What about me?" Charles asked, "I still owe you a bet, what do you want to do?"

"What bet?" Alale was confused for a long time, and then showed a suddenly realized expression, "I see, that Hydra bet—"

She straightened up happily, held Charles' face in her arms, and kissed him again.

"The bet...well...the bet is to make you like me."

She found that the wording was very imprecise, so she quickly changed her words, "No, no, I mean, let Professor Charles like me."

Arale seemed to think of something, and there was a trace of melancholy in her voice, she bowed her head in frustration, "It's really hard for him to like me."

Charles raised his head and looked at her for a long time. After a long time, he said slowly, "Why do you think I don't like you?"

When this heart-wrenching topic was brought up, Arale's facial features were all huddled together. For the first time, this seemingly heartless girl gave all the words that had been buried in her heart to the "trash can" opposite.

"I'm nothing but pretty...Professors don't like vases... blah blah..."

Charles: "..."

"You are not a vase." He comforted.

"Hey... even the chance to be a vase is not QAQ"

Charles: "I don't like you if you're always like this."

Arale tuned in immediately, sat obediently in Charles' arms, then got into his arms again, with her head on his chest.

"Then what do you like about me?" She asked sweetly.

"There are too many places you like, you can ask in reverse." Charles said softly.

Alale immediately became obedient: "Then why do you hate me?"

"Hate you can talk to everyone."

"That's because I'm cheerful!"

"Hate them being nice to you."

"That's because I'm attractive!"

"Hate you being nice to them."

"That's because I'm kind!"

"So these are the things I like about you."

"But you know I'm worried about that too."

Arale: "Well..."

Her eyes were half-closed and her breathing became even.

"Worrying that you like me is also impulsive..."

Arale didn't make a sound again.

She was lying in Charles's arms, her white and slender thighs were exposed to the air, and the kimono was unraveled, and she could tear it clean with a few movements.She hugged Charles defenselessly, like a human pillow on her bed.

"I really don't know if you are really drunk or pretending to be drunk to seduce me." After looking at her for a long time, Charles turned his head and didn't want to think about her anymore.

The body is too tense.Charles moved, but was hugged even tighter by Arale in his sleep.

Two layers of thin kimonos can't stop the physical feeling at all. After he said something for a long time since he had been patient just now, he thought he could restrain this inexplicable impulse, but after she rubbed that place intentionally or unintentionally, he had to With all his heart, he took Arale off his body.

Alale fell headfirst on the pillow next to her.

Charles turned his back and seemed to be enduring something, his breathing was a little heavy, as if it was about to explode.

But behind her, she was sleeping soundly, as if she was having a sweet dream.

The next morning, Ala Lei woke up early after her biological clock was fully adjusted.When she opened her eyes, she saw the ceiling first. The identical room design of the club made her mistakenly think that she was still in the same room as Natasha.

Ala Lei stretched her arms with difficulty.

Hands touched a warm body.

Arale thought it was Natasha, turned her body over, buried her head in the pillow, yawned, and asked sullenly.

"Have you failed your date? I thought you didn't come back last night."

Seeing that there was no sound over there, she patted her head, which was not sober, and muttered, "When will my drinking capacity increase—"

"You really shouldn't drink it anymore." A slightly cool voice came from the other side.

Not a woman's voice at all.

Alale twisted her neck violently, her muscles twisted all of a sudden, and she sat up clutching her neck.

Clutching her neck, she was completely dumbfounded when she finally saw the person opposite.

Charles has opened his eyes, leaning against the wall.

Arale: "..."

She reached out and pinched her thigh, only to realize that her kimono had almost turned into an open cloth, and immediately wrapped it in a hurry, as if someone had fucked her.

"Is this a dream?"

She rubbed her swollen eyes vigorously.

"No." Charles ruthlessly extinguished her fantasy.

"..."

"It's still you...you...you...I...I raped you?" Alalei immediately changed her words after seeing Charles's ice-blue eyes, and sadly found that in terms of beast level, she seemed to be herself The possibility is relatively high.

"What do you think?" Charles raised his eyebrows.

"Ah... But I don't feel it—" Alale opened her mouth halfway, and moved her body cautiously, "Would you like me?"

She tried her best to joke around to ease the awkward atmosphere.

"You can recall it and see what you can remember." Charles straightened up, fastened the kimono with his chest slightly open, and wrapped it tightly.

Arale stared at him blankly, and in an instant, certain images flooded into her mind intermittently.

Bucky seemed to be doing a mop dance, and he seemed to hug someone and said a lot of nonsense.

Bucky dancing... no... Charles dancing... no way!

There was a mess in her head.

Like, like kissing each other?

"You broke into my room suddenly, and then you held your head and yelled that there was a ghost." Charles calmly narrated the beginning of the incident.

"Yes... I have a little impression." Alale muttered to himself.

I was drunk and regarded Bucky as a professor?Then run out in fright?

This routine should be correct.

"And then you mistook me for someone else."

"How is this possible!" Alare shouted in disbelief.Why is her mind full of professors, professors, who else can she imagine!

"That's why you think of me as my phantom." Charles turned his face to look at Ala Lei, "Do you think my phantom is better than me?"

This is all about what, how much nonsense did she talk about yesterday...

"Hehe...you know too...by the way, you don't know it yet. I'm good at everything, but I can't drink too much. When I'm drunk, it's easy to say some duplicity...Don't mind..."

Alale moved her buttocks with a dry smile and kept backing away, backed to the door, and pressed against the sliding door.

"Duplicity—" Charles said it with meaning.

Arale jumped up in fright at the meaning.

"Ahhh——I really want to go to the bathroom—" She opened the door, covered her neck with one hand, and grabbed her clothes with the other, without looking back, "I'll talk about it after I finish using the bathroom— —”

Before she finished speaking, she staggered and ran out a long way.

Just leave?Charles froze.

For a time, the mood was a little complicated.

It seems that the ruthless character of Bahang has been reversed.

Leaving Charles alone, Arale ran back to her room in a panic, opened the door and yelled at Natasha: "It's over, it's over, I'll check..."

The voice stopped abruptly after seeing the scene in front of him.

Natasha and Dr. Banner were hugging and sleeping together, covered with a thin quilt, and their clothes were scattered in every corner of the room, as if they could imagine the fierce battle last night.

Both of them opened their eyes vigilantly and looked at her.

Ala Lei: "...I'm a little hungry, let's go to the toilet first."

She backed out as quietly as a chicken and closed the door behind her.

After calming down for three seconds, he jumped up again, and returned to the room near Charles without stopping, panting and opened a door at random.

"Ahhh-"

Deadpool, who was still sleeping, was so frightened that he almost threw the double knives out.

Peter also fled to the beam with a jerk.

Alalei saw a guy with a face on the surface of the moon, as if he saw a relative, he collapsed on the ground and was short of breath.

"I-I-"

Deadpool wrapped the quilt and exposed his head. Seeing her inarticulate behavior, he realized something and sat up suddenly: "You you you——you were raped by others?"

Peter jumped off the beam, "What? Who is it? What happened to you?"

Arale: "No, it's not Charles."

"Could it be that Charles raped you?" Deadpool was shocked.

Alalei shook her head like a rattle.

Deadpool was silent for a moment, "I see,"

Anxious Peter looked at him.

Deadpool: "Did you force him?"

The author has something to say:-

Charles: Did you feel it when you saw Bucky pole dancing?

Ala Lei: No, I am full of you.

Charles: So do you have feelings for me?

Ala Lei: ... Yes.

Charles: I originally wanted you to feel more.

Ala Lei:?

Charles: It's a pity that you escaped too quickly and found me in reality.